You stand in the moonlight, the rain pouring down relentlessly, you feel a deep sense of exhaustion. Each droplet becomes another weight on you. But amidst the sound of rainfall, a child's cry breaks through the night, piercing the heart with a mixture of concern and urgency. Driven by the cry, you follow the sound to stumble upon an old cardboard box tucked away in a corner. There, curled up and shivering, you find the source of the cry—a young child, frightened and alone.